#juicer...

[akademiyas]

day 3 & 4: all bark & no bite

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Bonus 8: How met your mother (CSSR design by @qourmet!)

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[muzsmocsing]

When the story is over. When evil is defeated. When he's happily married. Xie Lian BETTER get head and breakfast in bed every single morning for the rest of his immortal existence.

[robindrake93]

Astrid's dad should have been Michael Keaton out of the BJ makeup.

[meep-aaa]

Slight redesign :3

It's all subject to change or whateva so like yk

[hyunpic]

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Ok idk if this is to much but can I request Juice Ortiz with Line 24, and then L and M (🔥🔥)? Thank you!!

Tension.

juice ortiz x teller!female reader

warnings - sexual content. cursing.

24. “You like it when I’m mean to you?” & l. Keeping the relationship a secret & m. Catching eyes across a crowded room.

written for my 5k celebration - post here, masterlist here, inbox here.

It’s risky and you know it.

But you just can’t keep your eyes off of Juice Ortiz.

It’s your average Friday night at the Teller Morrow Garage. Everyone’s drinking, smoking, laughing as Tig tells a horribly inappropriate joke. Your brother is sitting at a table with Chibs and Happy, discussing some sort of club business that you frankly don’t really care about.

You turn back to the bar, sipping on your drink and taking a deep breath. You spin on your stool to scan the room again, and catch eyes with the one man you’ve been watching like a hawk. Juice.

He raises his eyebrows at you, winking cheekily before breaking out into a grin. You shake your head, but can’t help but smile.

He looks good. Better than usual. You’re not sure what it is - maybe it’s the tight black t shirt, maybe it’s the tattoos that are peeking through, maybe it’s the cocky smirk that seems to be permanently etched on his face.

You know the both of you will be in so much trouble if your brother finds out. It’ll be bad for club dynamics, bad for your family’s dynamic. But maybe it’s the risk that makes it that much hotter.

He looks at you, the bathroom door, then back at you. You get the message instantly, nodding gently before watching him get up and make his way in that direction.

You give it a few agonisingly long minutes before you slip off your stool, glancing around to check no one has noticed. When you get to the bathroom, he opens the door and pulls you inside, slamming you against the wood.

“Here she is. My pretty whore.”

Your breath catches, gazing at him with blown pupils.

“Don’t call me that,” you choke out, with less conviction than you would have liked.

“Why not, hmm? You’ve been staring at me with your fuck me eyes for the last couple of hours. You think I don’t know what you’re doing?”

He chuckles, leaning in to nip at your neck, arms winding around your back to hold you against him.

“You’re pathetic, baby,” he mumbles against your skin. When you shudder, he laughs almost cruelly. “Oh, honey. You like it when I’m mean to you?”

You shake your head, and he moves a hand to wind around your throat, squeezing gently. You change your answer and nod, knees going weak.

“Here’s the deal,” he drawls into your ear, all low and honeyed. “If you can keep your filthy thoughts off your face for the rest of the night, I’ll take you home later and fuck you the way you want.”

You whine, hands tangling into the back of his shirt.

“That means no fuck me eyes, no lip biting… none of that shit. You hear me?”

You nod, leaning forward to rest your head on his chest.

“You’re gonna get us caught, baby. We’ve got to be more careful.”

You lean up to press a kiss to his lips, tasting beer and cigarette smoke.

“Okay. Deal.”

He smiles at you gently before kissing you again.

“I’m gonna go out first. Wait a while, okay?”

He slips out the door and back to the guys, praying that no one has noticed either of your absences.

You rest your head against the wood and take a deep breath, body thrumming with the anticipation of what’s to come.

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

thinking abt one of my favorite asinine izzy takes which is that a conversation starting with “i should’ve let the english kill you” and ending with “[you] better watch your fucking step” contains absolutely zero death threats

[420sadnoodles]

Bertie has one singular expression and it's this

Bwuh??? You don't like trumpet??

Huh?????

[sernik-krakowski]

iiii just think hes neat

[shadow0-1]

exhale

[jazzboys1]

Happy 3/9

[ai-satin-chic]

She knew *exactly* how to make every Sunday special.

[who-do-i-know-this-man]

⚠️Vote for whomever YOU DO NOT KNOW⚠️‼️

[chunkofchaos]

Does anyone else remember this fucked up blender from the annoying orange show or am I the only one??

I think the osc should claim him. I demand 50 teddy juicer fanarts NOW.

[mechazushi]

Kafka Hibino

Kafka Hibino.... with visible salt and pepper side burns.

Kafka Hibino.... wearing glasses and has salt and pepper side burns.

Kafka HIbino.... in that black turtleneck and a dark brown leather jacket and also wearing glasses and has salt and pepper side burns.

Kafka Hibino.... wearing that outfit and is an Animal Biology Professor in an College Au.

Kafka Hibino..... asking out Hoshina who is an Advanced Mathematics Professor working at the same college, to have an after-work drink with him.

Slightly DRUNK Kafka Hibino... becoming very forward with an also slightly drunk Hoshina

Slightly Drunk Hoshina... immediately matching Kafka's freak tenfold and Kafka is very much fine with this.